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The Best Of The Best
05:18
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The Best Of The Best
I remember when you first got back to town
You, me, and Jenny, we were out there running around
Down gravel roads in her old Chevette
Those days were the best of the best
The best of the best
The best of the best
The best of the best
The best of the best
I remember that summer on your boat
Spinning Molly Hatchet and watching the river flow
Matt diving in just as the sun set
Those days were the best of the best
The best of the best
The best of the best
The best of the best
The best of the best
I’ve had many years to study and reflect
To contemplate and to inspect
And I don’t know how much longer I will get
No, I don’t know how much longer I will get
But I’ve had many years to study and reflect
To contemplate and to inspect
And I don’t know how much longer I will get
No, I don’t know how much longer I will get
I don’t know how much longer we will get
So, let’s make these days the best of the best
The best of the best
The best of the best
The best of the best
The best of the best
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2. |
Too Much Talk
04:42
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I can’t even begin to understand
I have no compassion, no helping hand
You’ve trampled everything life could be
Utopia is no place for me
You fly with the flock and you go with the herd
Buzzing bees pollinating meaningless words
In your quest to reverse cause and effect
You hunt integrity and self-respect
Too much talk
Your glass is half empty, never full
Your soap opera—tragic, tedious, and dull
You’re a sunshine soldier, a fair-weather friend
You criminalize any opposition
Too much talk
Your patchwork quilt is full of holes
You want someone to pay for those
You piss on the grass and complain it’s not green
It’s just another conspiracy
Too much talk
Copy and paste glances in a net
Witch trials are not over yet
You have no common sense it’s a wonder you can breathe
Talking to you is like pulling my own teeth
Too much talk
Too much talk
Too much talk
Too much talk
You say you fight for your brother man
You lay down for those who refuse to stand
I will stand and I will fall
But I won’t lay down and I will not crawl
I will not grovel and I will not beg
I accept my lot welcoming each day
I won’t subscribe to victimology
The only obstacle I face is me
Too much talk
Too much talk
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FUCK YEAH!
05:15
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Back in the woods
I am self-propelled
Along the river
Under the spell
Of filtered light
That flickers through the trees
Of birdsong
A cool evening breeze
Fuck Yeah!
Fuck Yeah!
Out on the streets
I am self-propelled
Through the concrete jungle
Under the spell
Of a skyline
That towers over me
I run the dogs
Wild and free
Fuck Yeah!
Fuck Yeah!
Fuck Yeah!
Fuck Yeah!
Fuck Yeah!
Fuck Yeah!
Fuck Yeah!
Fuck Yeah!
Back in the woods
I am self-propelled
Along the river
Under the spell
Of filtered light
That flickers through the trees
Of birdsong
It brings me to my knees
Fuck Yeah!
Fuck Yeah!
Fuck Yeah!
Fuck Yeah!
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4. |
Rise Above
02:17
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